Nope.
Nico couldn't handle this.
There was no point to this.
Feeling this despair? This gnawing, squeezing in his gut?
It wasn't worth it.
Being alone with the dead was much better.
It required no trying.
It required no pain of the heart.
And to long for someone that wasn't his, would not ever be his, well.
No point.
None at all.
He was just going to lay there, in the dark of the night, looking up at the sky.
Wishing he could blend with the earth and become nonexistent.
Because that's what he already was.